The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-09-22
THE WALLED In ROOM.

Iit' ~ Hiul was lculllllR over my Deuy
near the man stood woman with bon
net with great white wings on the sides,
holding In her hand moist compress.
The room was plain and neat, with clean
white walls On table, covered with
great napkin Of yellow linen, noted
number of strange objects-rows of little
walls, and brown earthen jar filed with
bits of Ice Through the muslin curtains,
which bellied out from the window In tho
halmy mir, could see patch of blue sky
and the tops of green trees bending lightly
in the breeze. Where was " 1t seemed
like long dream that had had; my head
felt empty, my limbs ached, and could
not think.
The man gently lifted my head and
gave me few drops of some liquid, which
j swallowed with avidity.
"Well, Mr.. Furniss, " he said, Show do
You feels''
"Eh, WHAT" / cried "Where am Iy'
"You are in my house, my dear sir, and
we shall take good care of you. Now"
he added, replacing my head on the pill
low, "be quiet and go to sleep"
gaZed ut him for n long time, and all
Mt once recognized Dr. Bertram, the cell
ebrated specialist in insanity. A shudder
passed through my frame Why was In
DR.. Bertram's hospital instead Of in my
home, near Phoenix Park, with my books,
my herbs and my microscopes around mes
His hospital was for mad people-and
that sister of charity, those walls, that
bowl of ice-my God, must be mad:
But whyY How
GLOW long have been here'" asked,
after time.
''For four weeks, Mr. Furniss. But
you must be quiet and sleep. Now do not
try to talk"
For month"; Was it possible? What
had happenedY But even rs / asked my
self these questions little by little went
off to sleep, and l saw, in billowy
meadow, road covered with blood and
bordered on either side with monstrous
microscopes shaped like trees n road on
which two little girls played at pitch and
catch with severed head, while DR.. Ber-
tram, comically bonneted with n religious
cap, rode astride of dead body, which
reared and pranced and kicked till he
could scarce keep his seat.
The next morning was better and day
by day l improved, though that horrible
nightmare came to me each night. BUTT
grew less and less distinct, and in few
weeks it almost ceased to trouble me.
One evening the doctor, whom / had
not seen during the day, seated himself
near my bed.
'Well," said he, feeling my pulse,
"you are doing famously. I'll have you
out, rs good rs new, in few days But
you've had a close shave. 1t has been
one of the prettiest cases of cerebral con-
gestion ever handlcd--a beautiful case.
Why, it's wonder you are alive now.
dell me, how is your memory; can you
remember what happened before you were
brought hereP'
ell don't know, i cannot think.
have passed through something fearful.
What it is, / cannot say. From the
faint glinmer of recollection that comes
to me, have the sensation of having been
dead-murdered Oh, IL is frightful My
brain is weak yet. Then, the child, n
pretty golden haired child-rolling on the
floor"
"Come, come, this will never do" said
the doctor "You can tell me all about
it in the morn''-
"No, now, DOCTOR" I cried. at is
coming back to me. Yes, / have 1t now"
Here is an exact transcript of my recital
ms told it to DIR. Betram and, later, 10
the magistrate.
You know my passion for natural
history. Well, scarcely a week passes
that do not go into the country botan-
izing. That day l went TO Glacnevin,
where, as you know, the marshy meadows
are rich in curious plants, infusoria and
diatoms. l was returning, and was
almost in Dublin with my box full of rare
specimens, on which l expected to make
report that would astonish the Botanical
7 ltttla sr,r1 aiply
not more than or years old who was
all alone, crying as il her little heart
would break. / approached her, but at
sight of me she redoubled her cries.
could see that the little one was lost, and
that she did not know where TO go, so
spoke to her kindly, and, by dint of
promising her unlimited bonbons, got her
to tell me that her name was Lizzie, and
that she lived near Beresford place in
Lower Abbey street. / took her hand,
and we soon started off, talking together
like old friends. She was n beautiful
child, fresh and rosy, with great candid
ewes and fair hair, which was cut short
over her eyes and fell in golden ringlets
about her shoulders. She trotted bravely
along, her soft, little hand holding my
great, rudy paw conhdingly. As we
walked she told me remarkable tales, In
which figured big, black horse, little
knife, doll and number of people did
not know.
Lizzie was afraid she would be scolded
when she arrived home, but she was not,
and IL was received with transports by
her mother, who was half distracted.
Never was gratitude expressed so heartily
and pleasantly. Who was !, where did
live, how did happen to find her, and
Thousand like questions were showered
upon Inc.
ooh. Mr.. Furniss," said the mother,
uyou are the savior of my child. How